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(Verse 1: Jay Love) |
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Yeah, unh, yo, let me spark this |
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I'm already wound up |
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Let's burn it from the ground up |
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Turn the ******g sound up |
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Allow chumps spitting on this underground cut |
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Come around, it's going down like the town slut |
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Keep your mouth shut, I'm quick to set it |
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Kid forget it, I get gassed and piss unleaded |
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Your *******t's pathetic, split before your wig's beheaded |
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Disconnected and ripped apart like a Chris**as present |
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Flip this record, we can battle on the instrumental |
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Battle to a quickened tempo, battle with a pen and pencil |
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Your girl's digits in my pocket, that's coincidental |
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But if they had a pimp Olympics, I would win a medal |
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I've been around them most of my life |
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I go to your show with a knife and start provoking a fight |
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Jump on stage just when the moment is right |
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And scream open the mic or the poet gets sliced |
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(Verse 2: Celph Titled) |
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Out the mouth comes fire |
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Who ignite the fullest |
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Celph Titled feed you led |
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Make you bit the bullet |
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Talk imaginary crime stories |
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And get dealt shots |
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Surprise you with the calico |
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And get shell shocked |
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And hell's hot, you don't want to get caught there |
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When there's warfare, we suit up |
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And carry fours in pairs |
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I'll rob a ******* too |
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Snatch her purse with the quickness |
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Not Jamaican, but I love to jerk chickens |
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*******s disrespect, I never keep it on wax |
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We load up the vans with soldiers and fully loaded macs |
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Cra*******ng through the windows of your crib |
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Blasting shots wearing navy seal suits |
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That look like astronauts |
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Don't give a ******* about rap |
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You talking thug *******t, drain your bodily fluids |
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Now you lack substance |
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Whether east or west, you bring beef around here |
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I'll launch a missile to your city until the coast is clear |
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(Verse 3: Louis Logic) |
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Ay, yo, you feeling me |
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Well get your mittens out my trousers |
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Or we'll deal a beating out like a clique of rowdy bouncers |
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You sit around announcers got nothing to say |
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Like your girl when I'm standing up and ******g her face |
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*******t, we take shots like they don't affect us |
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With more rounds and quarters |
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Than bankers and pay phone collectors |
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I sip licks with thick chicks and stay so erected |
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Cause my ******* fit in a slick slit like lego connectors |
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Hey, don't forget this, J-Love and Celph and J-Zone |
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Spit heat like they come from hell |
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When I'm pissy, I can dump as well |
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When I'm not, I'm just pissed off |
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So your two choices are lumped or swelled |
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Chicks tell me I'm something else, the way I eat snatch |
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In a pair of cushy knee pads and safety mask |
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And lately, that's been the reason they hate me rapping |
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Cause my ******* disappear in your chicks mouth |
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Like baby aspirin |
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(Verse 4: J-Zone) |
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Y'all say Zone is a one trick pony |
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I say Zone got a long *******, blow me |
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The way y'all hate, the more the money come |
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I ain't been unanimously loved since I was 21 |
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With Muisc for Tu Madre |
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My first LP, all that critical acclaim |
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I was up in Starbucks and couldn't afford a latte |
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But now I talk trash and bring hell to the people |
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You're not a broad or a bank teller, I don't want to see you |
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Too cheap to go clubbing, to ugly to model |
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Too broke to drink Crys, but I'll front with the bottle |
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J-Zone give a dime to a quarter, ******* please |
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Rich or poor, y'all ain't worthy to wash my drawers |
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A-R-C on the beat, me Odd Couple and Celph |
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Use your bathroom and pee on the seat |
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And ******* a holistic ho, I'd rather have a ho |
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With lipstick blow on my ******* like a piccolo |
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(Verse 5: JJ Brown) |
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Now hold up, you can't have a jam |
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With out the engineer man |
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It's double J Brown in this *******, yeah, yeah |
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I get into your psyche, don't care if you like me |
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You're *******, even your le*******o flow is so dyke-e |
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Check the level of the treble, that's the five-g sound |
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The devils on a whole new level |
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When we roll through your town |
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Cause it's the O double D |
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C-O-U-P-L-E |
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With ****** on this banger courtesy of AV |
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It's hot *******t, don't say you is when you isn't |
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Like jerking off with your left hand |
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That *******t just feels different |
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And porque you want to act like you got that pimp *******t |
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Cinematic heads know that my posse make hits |
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I heard you thinking, drinking is some *******t that we say |
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But best believe I leave this rapper style dripping with Grand Marnier |
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Hip hop hooray, it's the end for your clowns |
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And leave your ho standing up |
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You sit the ******* back down, homie |
